The eldest of General Thalassic's daughters, Daiquiri is the most like her mother--a natural soldier and leader of troops. Taken prisoner in the first Scarth invasion, she is determined to continue the war on the Scarth's home turf.
Lorrkar, Scarth war leader, questions his queens' gift: the human rebel as a sand-slave? This is the thanks he gets for advancing the war ?
A woman accustomed to rule...a male trained to obey. In the heated sands of his bed, will Lorrkar manage to melt the frozen heart of Daiquiri?